Alright, now with the little things over with, time for the reason blogs exist; saying things about life.

Right now, I'm typing this from my grandma's house which has wi-fi. And it's better than mine at home. Anyway, the reason I'm there is because my mom got a trip to Napa Valley as a graduation gift. She recently completed her masters in special education, with a 4.0 to boot. (So when I start college this fall, I've got that to contend with.) Due to this achivement, one of her good friends got her a flight to Napa and a tour of one of the wineries there.

Now that's nice and all, but she was extremely panicky on the days before hand. Why? Simple.

She has a full blown case of aerophobia -- a fear of flying. So much so, in fact, that her doctor gave her a sedative so she could make it through the flight without having a panic attack.

So here I am, getting texts every so often asking me if I'm okay and whatnot. One time I was sort of bored and I decided to have a little fun when she asked.

Mom: How's it going so far?

Me: Not well. They're attacking.

Mom: What?! who???

Me: THEM.

Mom: SERIOUSLY, WHO???? (yup, in all caps)

Me: The flying narwhals. They finally came. They're merciless killers; stabbing people with their horns, shooting their rainbow lasers... The devastation is so widespread... I'm surprised I'm still alive.

Mom: Not funny!!

It was hilarious. I'm sure if she was beside me, I would have gotten a punch in the arm, but no matter. It was worth it.